from blog to book

from blog to book

Over the last six months or so, I have been asked many times (and encouraged many more times) to write a book.  To turn the stories in this blog I write into a book of some sort.  I have never really responded to any of the questions before, but the truth is… I am writing a book.  It is almost finished actually.  But it isn’t filled with blogs that I have written about my wife’s last few months or the posts I wrote about our life for the two years before that, it is a book that covers a life time.

a week out west

a week out west

On Monday, we got home from spending some time out west in Wyoming and Montana.  It was a trip that has been planned since last winter.  But I didn’t plan it…  my wife did.

This past February, with snow on the ground outside her window at the little house by the Gaither pond in Indiana, Joey looked at the beautiful view from her bedside, and remembered another view that she loved.  And then with her three sisters gathered around her, Joey told stories about our trips out west to the Big Sky Country.  She showed them pictures we had taken during some of the adventures our family has had out there over the years.  And then she asked me to find a way to take her three sisters and their families out west for the first time this summer.

home alone

home alone

This past weekend, Indy and I went home to Indiana…without Joey.

It was the first time that we’d been back there, since my wife’s passing in early March.   I was excited and nervous about the trip at the same time.  Part of me wasn’t ready to go back.  Not yet.  But another part of me knew it was the right thing, and believed that it would be healing for us.  And it was.

leave it there

leave it there

It was her last request.

The last thing on the the list Joey gave me, of what she wanted at her funeral service… when the time came.  And we both knew that time was coming soon.

“I’d like for someone to sing the hymn Leave It There at my graveside”, Joey said.  And then she stopped and added, “no… not someone”, and she looked at me and smiled, “I want Bradley Walker to sing it for me”.

alive and well

alive and well

I filmed our lives for two-and-a-half years.  I don’t know why, I just did.

Like writing this blog, something told me that I needed to capture that time of our lives on film.  To have it forever.  To be able to remember it and share it with others.  I had no idea how important it would be.

Especially to me.

happy mothers day dad

happy mothers day dad

I keep my guitar pics on my desk in a little bowl that our oldest daughter made and gave me one Sunday in May when she was probably five or six years old.  It’s pink and handmade of pottery, and in big grey letters on the outside it says “Happy Mother’s Day Dad”.

It’s one of my most prized possessions.